When night began to fall, there were fifteen more guerrillas in the guerrilla camp, whom Wei Ran had never seen before, and a horse-drawn sledge loaded with various tools.
"The campground is left to you."
Before setting off, Uncle Slava gently patted Ivan on the shoulder and told him, "Before we come back, follow Teacher Gianna's command and protect everyone and yourselves."
"Don't worry!" Ivan promised, patting his chest, "We will definitely protect everyone!"
"I believe you!"
After speaking, Slava glanced at Jaina, and when the latter nodded, he waved, "Let's go too!"
Following the order, these 15 guerrillas and some young and strong women whom Wei Ran had never seen before lined up and followed the sledge to leave the camp.
When their backs were blocked by the dense forest, Teacher Gianna turned around and said, "Okay, let's set off. Ivan, you and Sergey will lead the way. Don't shoot unless necessary."
"clear!"
Ivan responded with his chest raised and his head raised. He and Sergey each carried a rifle and walked at the front.
Behind the two young men, the old people were either carrying a lot of belongings on their shoulders, or leading the children who were not as tall as a gun to follow silently.
And at the end, the one-armed sheepherder waved his whip gently, driving the sheep bundled with all kinds of food and clothing supplies to act as a transport team... In less than half an hour, the camp fell into deathly silence.
If it weren't for the wooden board nailed to the pine tree in the open-air classroom, there was still a piece of staff, if it weren't for the forest glade that gets the sun during the day, the potato seedlings enclosed by the fence would still be lush, if it weren't for the
Slava personally placed a grenade as an early warning in the tent that was deliberately left behind.
If it weren't for these traces left intentionally or unintentionally, perhaps no one would realize that many people still lived here before dark.
In the primeval forest that covered the sky, the guerrillas led by Slava kept as quiet as possible, but their speed was not affected at all. Even occasionally, in order to protect the speed of the horse-drawn sledge, they even
It only takes a short while.
Uncle Slava, who was walking at the front, took out a pocket watch from his arms and looked at the time on it.
As for Wei Ran, who has been following silently beside him, he doesn't have any feelings at all. The environment here is not much different from that around the Hongqi Forest Farm, but at least his only load is the one that only holds a bottle of vodka and two boxes of film.
It’s just a shoulder bag and a Bobosha submachine gun on my shoulder. This is much easier than walking the dog with a backpack containing dumbbells.
In just an hour or so, the guerrillas led by Slava reunited with Shura, who had set out on patrol in the morning and arrived here early, and the guerrillas he led.
"How is the situation?" Slava asked in a low voice.
Shula returned a small notebook to the former and responded, "Comparing what you recorded before, there are no changes except that there was an extra train at about two o'clock in the afternoon."
"In this case, everyone should lay in wait for the train that passes here at 11:23 pm."
After Slava finished speaking, the soldiers of the two guerrilla groups immediately sat down around the two sledges, or took off the water bottles from their waists, or took out a piece of bread from the dry food bag and slowly chewed it to replenish their strength. In addition,
In addition, there was also a guerrilla who climbed up a tall pine tree with the help of his teammates. Looking at him, it was obvious that he was not ready to come down for a moment.
Slava and Shula were not idle either. The former focused on the railway line outside the forest, while the latter looked at the night sky outside the forest.
As everyone waited patiently, time passed slowly, and from time to time, a train would slowly drive by on the railway tracks outside the forest.
At about 10:30 in the night, the guerrillas who had been hiding in the trees whispered, "Here we come!"
After hearing this, Wei Ran immediately raised his head and looked outside the forest. However, the farmland was quiet. Instead, an uncertain red light seemed to flash in the night sky.
Seemingly sensing Weiran's doubts, Slava explained softly, "That's Alissa's plane. Her appearance here means that the guerrillas at the cargo terminal are ready."
Before he finished speaking, Shula tapped the trunk of the tree with the butt of his submachine gun. After receiving the signal, the guerrillas hiding in the tree immediately lit up the flashlight with a red filter and began to respond to the A-man flying the aircraft circling overhead.
Lisa.
Less than half a minute later, two red lights flashed rapidly in the night sky, and then, the plane hovering in the night sky quietly disappeared from sight thanks to its excellent gliding ability.
"Get ready"
Before Slava finished speaking, the guerrillas who were resting around the two sledges stood up one after another, and each took tools such as engineer shovels and crowbars from the sledges.
From this moment on, time seemed to speed up a lot. Soon after, on the railway line outside the forest, a train towing more than a dozen freight cars began to move forward slowly, led by the steaming front of the car.
Seeing this, Wei Ran took out the telescope in the metal book under the cover of his satchel and looked over. In the dim field of vision, he could barely see that there seemed to be a few empty trains being pushed in front of the front of the train.
Flatbed carriage.
On the carriages behind the front of the car, there seem to be searchlights and anti-aircraft guns protected by armored plates. In addition, other carriages are equipped with tanks, half-track armored vehicles and other weapons and equipment.
Or personnel transport carriages with armored plates and stuffy tank carriages specially used to transport cargo.
Watching the train drive from the left to the right and finally disappear from sight, Slava did not issue a new order from beginning to end. And the guerrillas and the women who followed seemed to be used to it.
As if waiting patiently.
After almost half an hour more time, an armored train with only two or three carriages followed the direction of the previous train at a faster speed than before.
Until this train, which was armed to the teeth, also disappeared from sight, Shula and the patrol team he led immediately rushed out of the forest!
"Follow the sledge mark," Slava reminded Wei Ran before setting off, and rushed out before he finished speaking.
Seeing this, Wei Ran, who had been waiting for several hours, took a step forward and rushed out of the forest without further delay.
Wrinkling their noses and passing through the corpses and tank wreckage that exuded the putrid smell around them, the two guerrilla groups immediately separated under the leadership of Slava and Shula, widening the distance between the two groups while narrowing them again.
Distance from railway lines.
As the railway line in the field of vision got closer and closer, everyone's figure became lower and lower. By the time they reached the edge of the railway track, everyone was almost in a semi-crouching state.
From this moment on, the women who followed each occupied a favorable terrain and pointed all their weapons at the other side of the railway line. The guerrillas, on the other hand, began to use the tools they had already held in their hands to dismantle them.
Railway spikes and sleepers.
Or simply dig out the stone under the sleepers, bury all the wooden boxes pulled by the sledge, and then skillfully use grenades to prepare the detonating device.
It was only then that Wei Ran could clearly see the situation on the other side of the railway line. This side was also a field of farmland, but at the end of the farmland, there was a building with searchlights occasionally on.
But because they were far enough apart and blocked by crops and trees around the railway line, the two teams were perfectly able to hide in the shadows where the light could not reach them.
In less than half an hour, two railway tracks at least a hundred meters apart were dragged into the farmland by horses and guerrillas, and a mine the size of a shoe box was suppressed underneath.
This was not over yet. After each of the two guerrillas removed a railway track, they immediately moved nearly two kilometers in the direction where the armored vehicle disappeared.
But this time, the re-merged guerrillas just worked together to pull out the spikes that fixed the rails one after another, and then used two bristle brushes with extension rods to smear a layer of unknown source on the rails.
Black lubricating oil came from the railway line. Slava, along with a few guerrillas, planted earth-made mines of different shapes in the farmland on the other side of the railway line.
"Speed up! We've got five minutes!"
Shula reminded him in a low voice, and then the voice was passed on to the many busy guerrillas.
Hearing this, Wei Ran, who was holding the crowbar, pressed down with all his strength, and with the help of people around him, he pried a road spike off the sleeper with difficulty. Before he could withdraw the crowbar, two more
The guerrillas inserted the crowbar in their hands into the gap dug under the rail, and slightly lifted the rail. Another guerrilla inserted the spike that Wei Ran had just pried off horizontally into the gap between the rail and the sleepers.
inside.
"retreat!"
Following Slava's order, everyone threw the tools in their hands into the horse-drawn sledge and ran back to the forest a few hundred meters away. Then they followed the edge of the forest and ran quickly in the direction they came from.
It wasn't until he stopped again that Wei Ran discovered that there was actually a trench hidden here that was nearly a hundred meters long and camouflaged with logs and moss!
Under his almost dull gaze, these guerrillas each lifted up the logs covering the trenches and threw them directly into the tunnel, and then set up their only few machine guns at extremely fast speeds!
"When was this prepared?" Seeing that Slava had already lit his pipe against the damp wall, Wei Ran hurried over and asked.
"It was dug a month ago."
Slava explained with some pride, "This place was originally prepared for the German army stationed across the railway. It can be used this time. As soon as the Germans stationed in that village leave, we will rush immediately."
Go in."
"Just us?"
Wei Ran asked in disbelief. Although Slava and others had made so many preparations, they could not hide the fact that their guerrilla force only had less than 50 people, even including those women with determined looks.
After hearing this, Shula said confidently, "It would be really difficult if we were to act alone, but they will definitely go to support the freight station or the train later, but no matter where they go, as long as we go faster, we will definitely be able to catch them
Move everything clean."
"Victor, do you still have any wine?" Uncle Slava asked abruptly, "I just heard the sound of the bottle shaking. How about letting everyone take a sip?"
"You have really good ears"
Wei Ran shook his head helplessly, happily opened his satchel, took out the bottle of vodka and handed it over.
"With this bottle of wine, we are now more confident!" Slava happily unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a sip, then handed it to Shula next to him.
"Am I adding BUFF to you..."
Wei Ran muttered to himself dumbfounded, and using the cover of his shoulder bag, he took out the flask from the metal book, unscrewed it, and poured the last sip of gin inside into his mouth.
While they were sharing vodka, the freight station more than ten kilometers away was also attacked without warning.
As the searchlight was extinguished by two cold shots, a dense barrage of machine gun fire enveloped the freight station next to the railway from three directions.
Immediately afterwards, the plane driven by Alissa roared past under the cover of night. A guerrilla sitting in the cockpit behind her saw the right moment and cut a rope fixed in the cabin and fixed a rope on the landing gear.
, the explosive package, which was the size of the largest suitcase, was accurately thrown on the roof of the control room of the freight station!
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After a dull explosion that was enough to puncture the eardrum, the No. 100 guerrillas rushed into the freight station from three directions under the cover of machine gun fire.
At the same time, the prisoners who were working as hard laborers at the freight station also rose up, taking out the bricks and sticks they had hidden in advance, or simply charging at the panicked German soldiers with their bare hands.
While the battle at the freight station was in full swing, in the dense forest on the other side of Slava and others' hiding place, the situation of the guerrillas responsible for attacking the freight train was not good.
It can even be said that they are the party with the greatest pressure in this combat plan. These guerrilla fighters not only have to stop the freight train equipped with a large number of weapons, but also withstand the pressure of the armored trains that follow.
As for their weapons, apart from the two 45mm anti-tank artillery, the only ones that can be considered heavy firepower are only two mortars.
Fortunately, due to proper preparations, the freight train they stopped first had derailed and rolled over, and the German soldiers on board had suffered heavy casualties.
However, the armored train that arrived later used ferocious firepower to suppress them, so that they did not even dare to show up.
"Have all the wounded been evacuated?" a bearded middle-aged man asked in a loud voice.
"Evacuate!" a guerrilla shouted in response in the night.
"Did the railroad tracks explode?" the bearded man continued to ask.
"It exploded!" a young guerrilla responded. "All the curved railway tracks one kilometer away were blown up! It's not easy to repair those curved tracks."
"Inform the people on the other side to retreat as planned!"
The bearded man glanced greedily at the derailed freight train and the scattered weapons and equipment as well as their urgently needed supplies, and continued to issue the order, "You greet them from different directions every ten minutes,"
"Captain Ofdey, what about the artillery?" asked a young guerrilla fighter.
"Follow the plan!" After the bearded middle-aged man finished speaking, he crouched and ran into the dense forest behind him.
When the young guerrilla following him saw this, he immediately took out a flare gun captured from the Germans, pointed it at the night sky and pulled the trigger.
When the signal flare lit up red, the guerrillas ambushing on the other side of the railway line immediately gathered the only two anti-tank guns, whipped their whips vigorously, and urged the two draft horses to pull.
The artillery ran into the forest.
At the same time, Wei Ran and others discovered a dozen half-track trucks driving out of the small village opposite the railway from a distance.
Some of these trucks were filled with heavily armed German soldiers, while others were simply pulling a Flak38 20 mm caliber anti-aircraft gun. There were even three tanks behind the trucks!
"Where did these tanks come from?" Slava asked in surprise. The appearance of these three tanks was far beyond his expectation.
"I carefully asked Kolya who ran from the opposite side, and she never mentioned that there were tanks over there." Shula said confused, "And I have never encountered tanks on the other side before."
"Shura, arrange for someone to ride on horseback immediately to inform the greedy Ofdey to be careful of the German tanks."
Before Slava finished speaking, something unexpected happened again. Whether it was half-track trucks or tanks, they did not go to the direction of the train station to support them. Instead, they rushed towards the direction of the attacked train without hesitation!
Before anyone could recover, a half-track armored vehicle in the lead had great luck and ran over the mine they had laid before.
In the dull and almost suffocating explosion, the tires on the side of the cab were blown off the half-track truck. Even the driver of the truck was sent straight up and down as if he had jumped on a trampoline.
room, and then fell into the cargo box like a ball of mud.
After the explosion, the half-track armored vehicles stopped immediately, and the small-caliber anti-aircraft gun on the back of one of the trucks fired a thin barrage at the forest on their side.
Unfortunately, these artillery pieces are at least two hundred meters away from their hiding spot. Let alone hiding in trenches, even if they are standing on the edge of the forest, as long as they are not discovered, they will not be harmed at all.
"Should we fight?" Shula asked in a low voice, "If we let them go, Ofdey will not be able to resist at all."
"Don't fight yet"
Slava held the already finished wine bottle up to his nose, obsessively smelling the residual alcohol inside, and then said with a smile, "Our target is not them, and their target is not us."
Sure enough, after the cannon on the half-track truck emptied a magazine, the German soldiers saw that no one was fighting back. They didn't even have time to repair the demolished railway, so they went around to the other side of the railway in an unusually simple manner.
Only the half-track that had just opened fire and another truck full of soldiers were left, swinging the searchlight set up on the roof back and forth to look for possible ambush.
As for the other trucks and tanks, they only moved a little farther away from the railway tracks and continued to move forward. Obviously, in their eyes, the train that was attacked was more important!
"Now I'm starting to wonder what kind of treasures were in that train that passed by before, and they didn't even bother to leave the freight station."
Slava threw the empty wine bottle in his hand into the trench, "Since they still have two trucks left, we will accept them. Boris, where is Boris?"
"Here it is." An old man holding a Mauser rifle with a scope came over slowly.
Wei Ran had an impression. When he followed the patrol yesterday, he and a young guerrilla were at the front.
"Be prepared and help them turn off the searchlights in five minutes." After Slava finished speaking, he handed the pocket watch he had been holding to the other party.
“My son can do it from such a close distance.”
The old guy named Boris said confidently, "So give him the searchlight, and I'll hit the bastard in charge of firing the artillery."
Slava smiled and nodded, "Others, get ready. After the searchlights go out, focus your fire on the anti-aircraft gun. The women will hit the Germans in the other car!"
